"North," Avis agreed, smiling around her toothpick. She slipped her hands out of her pockets and followed after the group, making sure she was taking up the rear. As they went over the bridge she couldn't help taking a peek over the railing at the water rippling below. She always loved the sight of sun sparkling off water. She had a recurring dream, often, where she ran down a sun dappled path toward a green river, the voices of a man and a woman echoing comfortingly after her, their words muddled by the sound of water and the movement of leaves. The image of a white and yellow flower appeared in her mind, flashing over the memory of the dream, and her smile disappeared.